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(You) made my storms turn sunny

@ellimagayon Sorry for responding so late, but I had some stuff I was busy with in personal life. So here is modern age Pepa and Felix fic, where Pepa is trying her hand at online dating until ...

Sunny Storms: Tormentas Soleadas

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Pepa anxiously chewed her hair.

She would have been running her hands through it, but they were busy thumbing through her phone, picture after picture sliding across the screen.

“Are you still looking at that thing?” Julieta sighed.

“Still?” Her hermanito Bruno, scoffed. He was playing with his pet rat on the floor of his room, where Pepa was currently lounging upside-down on his bed. “At this rate, she’ll be scrolling through that thing when she’s 50.”

“Cállate,” Julieta smacked him over the head, which Pepa would have gladly done if she wasnt so consumed by what she was doing.

Her older sister snatched the phone from Pepa, who immediately snapped to attention. “Hey! Give me that!” She reached for the phone, a crazed addictive mess as her sister ducked under her arm.

“No! You’ve been on your phone for hours, Pepa! What is going on?” She waved the phone in front of Pepa, tauntingly holding it from her grasp.

Pepa dove for it, no doubt looking like a madwoman and there was a short scuffle where at the end Julieta emerged victorious.

Pepa buried her face in her brother’s pillows, kicking her feet in a way that might resemble a temper tantrum.

“Ay,” Bruno mock-sighed. “Washed up at 25, and all because of online dating. So tragic.”

“Pepa, why are you stressing out about this? You usually love going on dates.” Her much kinder sibling asked.

“Sí, in person!” Pepa burst out. “But if I’ve never seen this person? If I don’t even know what they’re like? What if something goes wrong? What if they’re a psycho? What if — ?” Sitting up, she quickly began running her hands through her braid, muttering her mantra of “clear skies”.

Julieta rubbed her back motherly. “What even possessed you to sign up for online dating?” She asked. “You always take pride in being able to get un hombre on your own. What changed?”

Pepa stopped running her hands through her braid, back stiffening. Julieta seemed to sense the answer from Pepa’s body language alone.

“It was Mamá, wasn’t it?”

Julieta dropped her hand, and even Bruno seemed to pay attention to the conversation.

Pepa bit her lip. “She wants me to get married.” She confessed.

Bruno dropped his rat.

“I’ve never been able to hold down a relationship, no matter how much I wanted to,” Pepa confessed. “I've always wanted to get married, to have kids, but I always wanted to take my time."

"Pepa, all of us are taking our time. Bruno and I aren't getting married anytime soon."

"Yes, but you're able to be with someone who isn't fed up with you!" Pepa snapped.

Julieta flinched, and Pepa instantly regretted it. She had long accepted that she couldn't be Señorita Perfecta, embraced it really, but it still stung to know that she couldn't measure up to her hermana.

Pepa fingered her braid. "Agustín loves you," she said quietly, and Julieta turned red. "I know you've been together for a couple of months, but everyone can tell you're gonna get married."

"But no one wants to be with me because I'm ..."

Moody.

Emotional.

Volatile.

Too ... Pepa.

“And I heard Mamá talking with Señora Guzmán, and I realized … I want to get married. I want to meet someone who isn't fed up with me. Who can handle my emotions. And all the hombres I meet in person are only attracted to my appearence first, and then get scared off by commitment or my moods. So …”

“Oh, Pepa,” Julieta sighed and wrapped her arm around her sister. “You should have told us. We could have helped you.”

Bruno joined them on the bed and stole the phone from Julieta. “Besides, you have nothing to worry about. You already have a ton of requests on your profile.” He began scrolling through her phone before he suddenly froze. “Uhh …”

“¿Qué?” Julieta notices her brother’s expression.

“Um, I was just scrolling through her requests before I accidentally …” he trailed off and showed his sisters the phone.

There, on the bright screen, was read “Date Accepted!”

Pepa’s screech echoed throughout Casita.

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Pepa coached herself through the breathing exercises her sister taught her as she sat at the fancy dinner table, waiting for her … date.

After the … unfortunate incident in Casita, Julieta had right away set to making sure Pepa was perfect for her date — fixing her hair, putting on earrings, and pulling out her best dress. All the while, Pepa had been glaring at her younger brother, thunder in her eyes.

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“Huh, this guy seems pretty nice,” Bruno commented as he texted back and forth with Pepa’s date.

“Maybe you should go out with him then,” Pepa muttered. She had come so close to mauling Bruno, having dove at her hermano to claw his eyes out with her nails. She was, unfortunately, held back by Julieta.

“Nuh-uh,” Bruno shook his head, an odd smile on his face and look in his eyes. “I think this is the one for you, Pepa. I can feel it.”

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“Hola … Señorita Madrigal?” A smooth voice broke through her thoughts. Pepa instantly straightened, anxiety and anticipation curling in her stomach.

“Sí,” She responded, standing up and looking at the man who was her date for the evening.

“Ay Dios Mio.” Was her first thought. This man was handsome. A couple inches shorter than her, but very broad and muscular, with dark skin and darker eyes that seemed to swallow her. He had a dress shirt that was unbuttoned at the collar and slacks. But what really caught her attention was his smile. It was so bright and genuine, that Pepa instantly felt her initial anxieties float away as she found herself grinning back.

The man seemed just as taken with her as she was, and she smugly thanked Julieta as she held out her hand. “Pepa Madrigal.”

He seemed to snap out of it, taking her hand and kissing it. “Felix Castillo.”

Pepa blinked, then quickly grew flustered as her hand tingled where Felix had placed his lips. “Nice to meet you,” she said.

“Ready to eat?” Felix smiled. “I don't know about you, but I'm starving!”

Pepa laughed.

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The date went better than Pepa expected.

Or maybe it wasn’t the date itself, but … Felix.

She and Felix bounced off each other so well, it was like they had known each other their whole life. He was charismatic, funny, cheerful, and Pepa would be lying if she said she didn’t want more. He made her laugh with jokes and she had made him have tears in his eyes when she told him the story of how this date came to be.

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“So that was really you’re brother I was texting?” he laughed. “And I thought we were getting along so well! Maybe I went on a date with the wrong triplet!”

“Sorry he catfished you with this face!” Pepa pointed to herself with a smirk and took a long sip of wine. “But it looks like you're stuck with me for the evening.”

Felix beamed, his smile softening for a moment. “I don’t mind that in the slightest.”

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“Hey, are you not hungry?” Felix asked as he took a break from eating his food.

“Huh?” Pepa looked down and saw that she had eaten only half of her plate, while Felix had already polished off his second. “Oh, lo siento. I have a bit of a nervous stomach.”

Felix’s eyes widened. “Oh! Lo siento, I didn’t know. Otherwise I would have suggested a different date.”

Pepa waved him off. “It’s fine, I’m pretty much full.”

Felix’s eyes sparked, and he quickly stood up, holding out his hand. “I have an idea. Want to get out of here?”

Pepa blinked, eyeing his hand with curious amusement. “What do you have in mind?”

Felix smiled, gentle and bright, happy and kind — and asked, “Quieres bailar conmigo?”

That was the moment when Pepa knew she was done for.

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My Rainbow

This took way too long, I have so much work ...

Rainbow — Arcoíris

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Pepa has been having a couple rough weeks.

She was acting moody — well, moodier than usual — and her weather was completely haywire.

There was hail and showers, snow mixed with wind, and sunshine with thunderstorms. She had no idea what was going on with her weather, and Mamá was starting to get on her case about how crazy it was.

Pepa didn’t want to deal with another lecture about how she had a cloud and about how she had to calm down and control herself.

Pepa sits down to the breakfast table, taking a sip of café con leche to get rid of the cloud hanging over her head. She had woken up alone this morning and feels like she had gotten no sleep at all.

“Pepa, estás bien?” Julieta asks, concerned. Her hermana stands by the doorway of the kitchen, keeping an eye on Pepa while simultaneously watching to see if Agustín burned himself while cooking again.

Julieta is now a couple months pregnant, a small bump showing from her blue dress, and Agustín— being the doting husband he is— refuses to have his wife stand on her feet and work all day while she is pregnant. So, he has decided to take up cooking to help her out, no matter how many burns he received.

“No,” Pepa grumbles as she takes a sip of café. Her cloud lightens, but traces still remain. “I didn’t get enough sleep last night. Dónde está Félix?”

“He went outside to garden,” Bruno says as he joins the table. Thankfully, he didn’t have any rats on him, but Pepa still scoots away.

Agustín pokes his head out and winces when he gets a look at each of them. “Dios, did the three of you get any sleep? I mean, I understand Juli not sleeping because of the baby, and she looks beautiful anyway …”

Julieta blushes and Pepa and Bruno glare at their cuñado, a dark cloud materializing over Pepa’s head again. She went to get another sip of her café, only to realize its empty.

Frustration bubbles in her blood and the wind picks up. Bruno glances over in concern. Julieta frowns as she notes her mood swing. “Pepa, you should eat something. Agustín is done.”

There is a yelp, a clatter, then a curse of “Miércoles!”

Julieta sighs, “Almost done.”

She disappears in the kitchen, and a moment later reappears with with the food, setting them down at their respective seats.

Pepa glances down at the plate, and her stomach churns. It was just a normal breakfast, and a delicious one at that, but suddenly Pepa feels sick. Normally, she had a light meal because of her nervous stomach, but now, looking at the food makes her want to throw up.

She has to eat, so her Mamá wouldn’t begin looking at her with frustration, so she wouldn’t have to lecture her about being a Madrigal and controlling herself, and then Pepa would be sent out to do her chores and get the weather all wrong, which would set Mamá in a bad mood again and Dios, where was Félix clear skies, clear skies—

“PEPA!” Her family shouts, and Pepa snaps out of her anxious tangent she see wind and snow rushing around the room in a blizzard.

She freezes, and the wind dies down to leave flurries of snow drifting in the air. Pepa shrinks in her seat as Julieta, Bruno, and Agustín stare at her worriedly.

“Pepa, are you okay?” Julieta asks gently.

Pepa squeezes her eyes shut and rubs her temples. “Sí … I’m just in a bad mood is all. Lately, I’ve been feeling really moody and nauseous, and I haven’t been able to sleep right. And you know how Mamá is during the crops season. I’ve been so stressed and if I have to hear one more lecture—”

“Family,” the warm voice of Alma cuts through the air, and they all freeze before scrambling to get into their seats.

They sit down just as the matriarch enters the room in a surprisingly good mood. She doesn’t even notice the clumps of snow on the floor as she heads for the table.

“I have wonderful news for all of you, and the future of the Encanto.” She turns towards Pepa, who instantly straightens. Her mamá’s eyes are warm and kind, unlike the usual stern look Pepa’s come to recognize.

“I am happy to announce that there is a new door is Casita.” Gasps filled the room and Casita clatters its confirmation. Alma nods, her eyes shining with pride and joy as she turns to her daughter.

“Congratulations, Pepi. We now have a new Madrigal in the family.”

Pepa’s jaw drops as all eyes turns to her, hardly able to breathe. She was pregnant?! Cómo … Cuando …

That explained her weather! Her mood swings, her nausea, her exhaustion. Not to mention when her and Félix—

Pepa stops, blushing, and her hands flutter down to her stomach.

A baby. A baby. Her baby— her and Félix’s.

Mamá is still droning on and on about La Familia Madrigal and the two new miracles and strengthening their community when Pepa abruptly stands up, mutters out an excuse, and rushes out of Casita.

She has to find Félix.

Fortunately, it doesn’t take very long, because as soon as she spots him, she calls out his name and races towards him, tackling him in a hug.

Félix laughs, spinning her around. “Qué paso, mi amor?”

“I’m going to have a baby,” Pepa says.

Félix’s mouth drops open and stares at his wife in disbelief. “Què?!?”

Pepa presses her lips together, a smile growing on her face as the sun glows brightly overhead. There’s no cloud in sight and for the first time the weather is clear.

“I’m pregnant,” she repeats. Her heart beats loudly as she watches her husband’s face turn blank, eyes growing round with shock as his gaze drops to her stomach.

“I’m going to be a papá?” Félix asks. A hesitant smile makes its way across his face.

Pepa beams, nodding her head as she blinks back tears of happiness.

Félix jumps forward and kisses her. Pepa laughs, smiling when Félix deepens the kiss and cups her face. Pepa fists his shirt, kissing him back.

The kiss feels like sunshine, bright and happy as their mouths move together.

Then it’s rain, heaviness growing in intensity like the onset of a downpour.

Then it feels like a thunderstorm, the anticipation building and building until the thunderous release of lightning cracks across the sky like a dazzling firework.

“Eh-hem,” someone clears their throat.

Pepa and Félix both pull away to see their family. Bruno crosses his arms in annoyance, and Pepa makes sure to send him a dirty look as well. Agustín is bashfully turned away, but could still be seen hiding a smirk. Julieta simply smiles, amusement glittering in her eyes.

“Having fun?” Julieta asks, making her way towards them.

Pepa rolls her eyes. “As a matter of fact, we were. Gracias, hermana.”

Julieta sticks her tongue out, retorting, “Por favor, you two will just break the bed later!”

Pepa gasps and Agustín lets out a horrified, “Juli!” as Félix and Bruno burst out laughing.

Pepa turns red, fogging over in embarrassment as her hermana laughs before pulling her in for a hug.

“Anyway, we just wanted to say congratulations — you ran away so fast we weren’t able to tell you.” Juli says and Bruno steps forward, smiling awkwardly.

Pepa returns the gesture. Things have been tense since the incident where Bruno made her create the biggest hurricane Encanto has ever seen on her wedding day, and Juli has often had to come in and play peacekeeper.

“Sí,” Bruno says. “Felicidades.”

Pepa nodded. “Gracias.”

There’s a beat, and Bruno deflates when he realizes that she’s going to say nothing more. Pepa feels a bit bad, but stubbornly kept her mouth shut. Thankfully, her husband swoops in before things could get awkward.

He claps a hand on Bruno’s back, nearly knocking him over with a yelp as his other arm comes around Agustín. “We’re to be tíos, hermanos,” he says. He looks over at Agustín, chest swelling. “We’re going to be papás.”

“Let’s just pray Agustín’s baby won’t be as clumsy as him,” Bruno says.

The man gasps and splutters indignantly as his family laughs. Julieta punches Bruno in the shoulder. “Ah, cállate. Our bebé is going to be perfect no matter who she takes after.”

Agustín beams, swelling with pride as he stares at his wife. She blinks back affectionately.

Pepa rolls her eyes at the sight, a smile tugging at her lips. Dios Mío, and they say we’re bad.

At the thought, she turns around to find her husband’s eyes already on her. Something in her heart tugs. It’s the way Félix just looks up at her— with pure adoration, like she’s the most wonderful thing in the world. He looks at her like the man seeing the sun for the first time, and kisses her like its his last day on earth.

His hand finds her stomach, the size swallowing it. There is a small bump— practically unnoticeable— but it’s there, and it’s theirs. Pepa can’t help but lean down to kiss him, and he leans up to kiss her back.

“Ugh, seriously?! I’m surrounded by couples!”

“No problema, amigo. I can always set you up with someone in town—”

“Dios Mío, no!”

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The first time Pepa sees her child, she knew it had all been worth it.

Despite all the clouds and thundering and snow and the hurricanes, it has been worth it from the beginning because—

Dolores Adríana Madrigal is the most beautiful baby girl in the whole world.

(Agustín might disagree because of Isabela, but that didn't matter.)

She had bright eyes and beautiful curls just like her papá. She is just the perfect mix of Pepa and Félix as she slept in the little red blanket Julieta made her.

Dolores was a quiet baby for the most part, only crying when she wasn't being held and screaming when she was left alone. When they held her she let out soft gurgles as she stared at them curiously with big, brown eyes.

Pepa fell in love the instant she saw her. She could tell that Félix felt the same way too, from the broad smile that split his face whenever he saw his daughter.

Mamá’s lips move in prayer as she stares at her second nieta and clutch the pendant that held her husband. Agustín and Julieta lean over to see with baby Isabela, huge smiles on their faces.

Bruno makes a snarky comment about how Dolores will probably be as emotional as her mother, and Pepa would have struck him down that instant if she hadn't noticed the tears falling down his face as he cries for his sobrina.

Félix keeps on pressing kisses on her face mumbling out endearments of mi vida, mi amor as Pepa hardly breathes, cradling their daughter.

Outside, the labor-induced hurricane slows as the sun tentatively peeks from the clouds.

She loves her.

Pepa gasps, then sobs in delight and happiness as the feeling hits her like a bolt of lightning; striking and electric and fierce as her heart pounds against her chest.

The sun shines, light fracturing off the dew to create the most beautiful rainbow over the Encanto, over Casita, over Pepa — over Dolores.

It is the happiest she’s ever been in her life.

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Felix: Good morning! Pepa, who hasn't had her morning coffee yet: Is it? Is it really?

An old draft, it was made somewhere from May. Set right after Casita's collapse

It was so sunny. Skies were completely clear from every, even the smallest clouds. It made Pepa even more angry. How dare Moon to be so clear when she was so unhappy?! There's supposed to be a hurricane! Her sobrina almost died, and then just ran away, leaving all of them in disarray and worries about her safety.

She had to be thundering already, creating a deadly whirlwind that would destroy half of Encanto, while Mama would scream at her, ordering her to stop it. And Pepa would be even more annoyed by it. Because Mirabel just risked her own life, and now they couldn't find her.

But, there wasn't a cloud in the sky. And Mama didn't even care about the weather. She was sitting on the ground, clinging to the rubble of Casita. Looking nowhere with a completely lost face, clutching her black shawl.

Pepa wanted to cry from this frightened expression, and the lack of rain broke her even more. She always thought that she would be so happy without her gift, without needing to hide her emotions from everyone else. But now she felt just.. empty. And even repeating "clear skies" over and over again couldn't help. They were already clear.

"Pepita, mi amor, how are you?" Felix put his hand on her side, pulling her closer.

Pepa pursed her lips, then pointed to the sky. "There's no cloud." She whispered, blinking at the moon. "It feels unnatural." It was a pretty big simplification.

"Well, I can't lie." Felix sighed. "It's strange to see you so upset without bad weather." He reached for her, kissing her on the cheek.

A little soft smile appeared on her face. Felix was always the one, who never cared about how bad the weather was. No matter, if Pepa would create a snowfall or a hurricane, he always kept a happy face, assuring that there was nothing, that could lower his love even a little bit. He always led her into the sun, even in the darkest moments, shining through the clouds like her personal sun, even bigger than her normal sun.

Félix: I want you back...

Pepa: 3 words, 8 letters. Say it, and I'm yours.

Felix: I got café?

Pepa: ...you know me so well.

Honestly, one of the best things in the world is that how fandom looked at the warm family and said: “Nah, bro, there's no chance these people are cis.”

And I'm starting to complain there's no rain

As much as Pepa was happy, her sister and her childhood best friend were getting married, she couldn't help but wonder if she's ever gonna meet her special one

@encantober-official prompt — Umbrella

Pepa stared down, trying to breathe. Wind howled around her like a wild wolf. Rain sprinkled. Cold and dry, it fell on the brim of her dress, soaking the bright orange.... And now Pepa was getting more upset because it was so uncomfortable.

Don't get her wrong. She was happy for Julieta. Upon hearing about proposal, Pepa was ready to cry from hapiness. Whirling in a storm of her untamed emotions. Agustin was her best friend as long as Pepa could remember herself. She did have other friends, way more than her reversed siblings, but Fus was the only one this close to her. They were practically attached to the hip. And when Pepa heard about her dear friend first crushing on Julieta, she was overjoyed. Two of them were dating for years now and it seemed like their love never stopped burning, just like Rojas never stopped getting injuries.

They were perfect for each other, and Pepa knew it.

But, as much as she was happy for the two people she loved so much... Part of her was jealous. While Julieta and Agustín had steady and firm love for years, which eventually grew into proposal, Pepa tried to find somebody she would love the same way. But none of her relationship lasted long enough. She was hot-tempted and, well, weather didn't make her look better.

"Señorita?" She heard a concerned voice. "Is everything alright?" Looked up. Short man, Murillo, if Pepa does recall his memory right, stood in front of her, holding an open umbrella. His water soaked clothes was shining in the gray clouds, umbrella like a little sun keeping it warm inside.

Pepa winced in surprise, wind spilled over like a nasty child. Rain clung between her hairs. "Don't worry," she hestitated for a bit. "Félix, right?"

"Sí" He fell onto the bench next to her, the bright yellow umbrella hung over their heads. "You sure you're okay? You look very upset."

Pepa gritted her teeth, rubbing her braid, a couple of orange threads fell on her pale fingers. The rain drummed above her head, playing a childish melody against the fabric. Water ran down drow the edges of open umbrella. Collecting into puddles under her feet.

"My sister is getting married," Pepa breathed out, her throat felt dry. Félix looked up at her, concerned. "I mean, I'm happy for her!" She raised her hands, defending herself just in case. "It's just that she's already proposed and I don't even have anyone on my own!"

There was this fear, worry of what would it mean if she stayed alone for longer. Pepa loved romance! A prince saving his lady in the books was so wonderful. But her own relationships never went greatly. Thanks to her power, nobody wanted to stay wet because she couldn't find that one dress she had always wore on Tuesdays and Saturdays. Or deal with her sometimes childish impulsiveness when a single thing out of her control was enough reason to panic. (And therefore cause some bad weather.)

The look on Félix's face made Pepa look over her shoulders, face pale. Fingers gripped into the back of the bench in worry that she had caused a natural disaster of sort. "I don't believe it." He breathed out. Pepa startled. "There's no chance the most beautiful Señorita in the town doesn't have a tray of potential admirers."

"Well," Pepa counted on her fingers. "The last one broke with me after I almost stroke him with a lighting by accident, before that we just both were too aggresive and fought like..." In a second she stopped. Her fingers rubbing together. "What?" She exhaled, the wind smashed them with a huge force, almost tearing the mushroom out of Señor Murillo's hands. "About me being..."

"The most beautinful woman I ever met." He took her hand, his palms so big. Pepa's eyes widened in surprise. Fog crawled from her tips of her fingers. Her face reddened.

"You actually look very nice too," She muttered, staeing into his deep brown eyes. So amazing that her heart might atrt beating a bot fast. And Félix came to her. He came to support Pepa when he saw her upset. Even if they barely ever spoke, he wasn't close to either of the triplets. And most people would ignore Pepa. Her emotions stopped being an important matter many years ago, when everyone settled with the fact that they had a girl who could start pouring rain by crying. But here, somebody not close to her came out, took an umbrella to shield Pepa from her own weather. And... it was nice.

"Are you free? Relationship-wise?" Pepa clarified, not wanting to cause a problem by accident. The moment Félix nodded his head, a rainbow bloomed over her head (maybe it was a little strange). "We need to go out!" She declared, pressing closer to him before he even had a chance to say a word.

The man winced, his gaze jumped around Pepa's face. Unsure if she was serious. After all she was a Madrigal and way higher class than Murillo. But, who was he to refuse spending time with such a beautiful lady?