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Common Magic

+18 FIC! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. hey everyone! That's my first time writing on Tumblr, so be patient with me, please :) I don't know much about how to use it, but yeah. I'm excited to write this mini-saga and hope you enjoy reading it! Have a great day! Observations: 

luisa madrigal x gn! afab! reader.

Both reader and Luisa are adults in the story. Also, it will contain adult jokes and NSFW warnings, not in this very post, but in the long run. Just alerting now to minors do NOT interact, and if you feel uncomfy with it, you can keep scrolling or just pass those parts. 

ps: if you find any grammar error please tell me, thanks :)

summary Your mother was great friends with the madrigals. And with you claiming to want to explore new scenarios, Encanto was the ideal place for it, recording su mamá. You would learn a new way to see life, afar from technology and modern things, creating new thoughts of the out-word and of yourself. Besides, living an adventurous month abroad with the Colombian family didn’t sound like a curse; until she put her firm gaze on you.

You took a moment. Breathing in, breathing out. Looking mesmerized by the colored view. You were close to Encanto, and you knew that no more talking was allowed, not until you reached the gate. Once you had, your voice danced slowly, low tone, like in a breath. - hey~ Dolores, diga a la abuelita que le he llegado ¿sí? Taking a step further, reaching the foreign town, you felt the mood swings: the magical feeling rushing through your soul, the uncanny (but welcoming) energy that swarmed the place. Walking by the rocky path, you greeted every resident with a smile and good posture. Waiting for a 23-years-old brunette with sensitive ears to pull you into a tight hug. But you stopped in your tracks. a rapid side-view glanced, and you closed your eyes abruptly. You were about to be hit by a donkey, but it never happened. Just the weight of a firm hand placed on your shoulder. - ¡eh! ¿estás bien? A sweet voice shushed the anxiety that pounded in you. Pecking an eye, you saw a big, muscled woman; her eyes danced on your form, scanning your soul, searching for any injury. - H-hola. Sí sí. You barely whispered. - ¿Todo tranquilo? She insisted. - Si, gracias. - your voice sounded more like you this time, but your mind wasn't paying any attention to her apologetic speak about the donkeys. You had lost yourself at those honey-like eyes as they reminded you of the chocolate puddings your grandma used to eat. Does she like pudding? Does she like chocolate? A long pause about your end was made, to Luisa's dismay. Your mind stopped going on about the sparkle in the other's eyes by the time the warm palm left its touch on you. The young woman rambled something briefly in the foreign language and turned to continue her path. - hmm - you hummed to get her attention once more - excuse me, but ¿sabes cómo llegar a casa de los madrigales? She didn’t even have time to answer. Your name was shouted right after the brunette turned her back to answer. ¡Dulzura! - they shouted again. Looking over your shoulder, you saw Dolores and Isa running behind the oldest Madrigal, who was also running the ramp, hands with a lazy grip into her scarf. You quite didn't remember their voice, had seen some videos of them when you were younger and had met multiple times as a child. But the videos were long lost, and the voice contact wasn’t as frequent as you would like. Yet, it was nearly impossible to forget that name. The apodo cariñoso abuelita had always written you as; the nickname reserved in her heart for you. They were there! After six long years, they were there with you. Alma was within her arms wide open for embracing you, longing for your so missed touch. Las primas stayed by their grandmother's side; love and missing were all that overflowed their hearts. ¡te extraño tanto, dulzura! The oldest hugged you tightly. Only being able to say a “hola, gente” muffled. You took your time, hugging and laughing. Dolores started with the hot gossip, putting you on the same page with everything nowadays, explaining how much things have changed since her last letter. Isa jumped around, happy to see her childhood friend again; she would comment from time to time on the chitchat with some light sarcasm. Alma excluded herself, seeing that you were in great hands. She took her other granddaughter's muscled arm before announcing that the magical family would take the rest of the day to rest. If an emergency, they could find them at casita having their family time. Luisa.exe had stooped working. It's true that, after the whole losing-the-power thing, abuela has acted less attached to the idea that the town was dependent on them. But, even with the new and more balanced schedule of chores, the elderly woman wouldn't just call it a day for every relative just because of- Who were you? Maybe her eyes hadn’t recognized you as they landed on your cute face or on your lovely eyes, nor when she listened to the sound of your name and voice. But your smile, that funny giggle, that happened to remind her of your time together as kids. You were around Luisa’s age, a year or so gap, so it was quite an experience when you two worlds collided: since the day she had received her gift, the strong woman had taken the responsibility of being homeschooled, so she had a better schedule to work on getting the donkeys, moving small shops, and caving new routes. You, on the other hand, had more free time to be… well, to be a child, traumas also had happened, hunting you in your dreams and past, but even with that, you had someone to rely on, Dolores and Isabela. And Luisa… Well, she had the safety of her room. 

It would be a lie to say that it was always like this, but, unfortunately, it was how it ended and has been like this for the last 8 drawn-out years.

- Here, let’s get you to casita! Everyone is eager to see you! - Isa said, a sweet and bright smile on her face. They were older than you. And usually, older children don’t like to spend much time with the younger ones. At least at some period of the youth. You had a sparkle, though, that couldn’t be denied, something that brought people to want to stick with your funny, energetic being. What could you say? You didn’t have an extravagant personality: sure, you were loud, had a unique laugh, your friends loved how caring and loyal you were, you always would creak bad jokes to lighten the mood, parents would love you and your sense of responsibility, but their children knew how much of a crack headed you really were. What could you say? It was your ordinary charm, your common-self magic.