#madrigay days

[badwaves]

isa holds an important sister conference for day one of madrigay days: coming out! love these crazy kids

[dazeddoodles]

Family outcasts stick together

[toxicxsugarxart]

It’s been a while since I partook in a fandom challenge, but here’s some Elsabela for Madrigay Days! Week one: Discovery

I know it’s a more popular take for these two to get together post-let it go/what else can I do, but I got thinking what it might be like if they crossovered and met before that, discovering more aspects of their powers together and developing feelings along the way... ❄️🌸

[junosaccount]

Madrigay Days #1 Discovery

[applesap-fics]

Week 1 - Discovery

T, 100 words, Camilo & Felix

It’s by pure accident that Felix discovers them. It’s been decades since he took his girlfriends — and later only Pepa — to the little stream uphill by the waterfall. He’d been strolling after having a drink with friends after their kids’ soccer game.

Camilo, entangled with Marco. The later having abandoned his colorful shirt in the bushes. Riled up after the game, no doubt. Felix relates. “Oops, sorry.”

“DAD!” Camilo yelps, yanking his hands away from the other boy’s naked chest. “Uhhhh-- I mean–” His son tries to recover by turning into the Orosco’s girl.

Felix waves dismissively. “I’m not here.”

[greenvillainredemption]

Madrigay days 1: Discovery. To go with my fic under the same prompt in which fem Bruno discovers her feelings for Claudia 💚

Bonus doodle of the disaster scene:

[hectic-hector]

I recolored my Valentine's Day art with trans flag colors for Madrigay Days. Today's theme is flags. 🏳️‍⚧️

[pogona]

Madrigay day 3: First Kiss with t4t Pepa/Félix

[cempasuchilpodridos]

Isabela Madrigal, but her color pallete is the lesbian flag.

[yellowcry]

Falling doesn't feel so bad when I know you're falling this way too

Alma wasn't sure how her entire life became focused on this performance. Hiding everything related to her birth identity. Pedro was her downfall and she knew it before she even met him For Madrigay days prompt 3: Performance

TW for transphobia (mostly internalized, caused by religious guilt)

Alma felt like she was a liar as long as she could remember herself. Cutting her hair short and playing in games she didn't enjoy. Being her family's pride. The heir that her padres waited for so long. When every action was calculated. Every movement was made so no one would notice her not liking something. Even so, there was something wrong with her. Always wrong. Because she never associated herself with a boy she was supposed to be it her family's eyes. But she had to be. If the god had made her man, it must be like this.

"Eres una maldita puto." She shakes, pressing her arm against the bruise, hiding in the corner. Shrinking at a sight of a small notebook. When blood pumped in pressure. Trying to ignore how Mamá desperately tried to protect her.

Alma spends days praying. She knows she shouldn't be a girl. Even if she wanted to. She shouldn't steal her sisters' clothes just to feel herself. The God didn't want her to be a girl, so she could not. Guilt gripped onto her with sharp blades, cutting again and again. Like a ruthless killer, twisting her lungs into a broad knot. Scratching insude the soft surface of her scull. She didn't want to be a sinner. Renegaded. Every time when she even thought of wearing femmine clothes, she took one step closer to burning hell. Where bad people are tortured.

She runned. She knew it was selfish to leave everything, everyone behind without looking back. But she couldn't live like this. Not when the whole village whispered about her. The rumors spreaded quite quickly. Amd she couldn't survive in the world that didn't seem to let go of her. Burying her into the dry sea waters. She could start a new life somewhere. Abandon all this "I want to be a woman" bullshit.

She didn't abandon anything. Alma wasn't even sure what happened. She just... Introduced herself as Alma to everyone instead of using her birth name. She learned how to make clothes so nobody had to take measurements of her body. Even forcefully making her voice higher, to a more femmine sounding. In just a blink, her entire life became a performance of hiding who she really was. Taking her entire time for every smallest inconsistency in her behaviour. Never allowing anyone to see past curtains.

Pedro was her downfall. Alma understood it since the moment when two pair of brown eyes locked on eachother. He attracted her like a magnet, forcing her to come closer. Stay with him. Open her body, showing her entire soul without a single question. And he flied to her like a butterfly to the light. Alma wanted him close, she needed him like air. Pedro was a drug that made her addicted before she even knew it. If Alma gave herself to a passion flow, if she was lost in the moment... She would lose everything. What would Pedro think if the sweet, social Alma wasn't born as woman? In the best case, he would stop even bother to talk to her. Good thing Pedro wasn't too kin to get their relationships to the bedroom either.

Alma hated lying to Pedro. She didn't have problem with anyone else. But he... Yes, he was the reason of her collapse. Somebody more important than anyone else. And Alma didn't want to lie to him. But telling the truth was painful. Even if Pedro didn't tell anyone, there was no chance to continue their relationships like this.

But... Was it fair to Pedro? To use him and his kindness? No. He had to know. He had to understand what was wrong. Why they could never be.

"Amor, you asked to come?" Pedro slowly entered a confined bedroom. Cletching his sweaty hands.

Alma took a deep breath. She placed the pale blouse she sew aside, leaving it on the bed sheets. Swallowed, tossing her pigtails behind. Twisting it between her fingers. "Yes..." She breathed out, wanting nothing more than to run. Escape. Don't let it all be ruined!

"Is everything alright?" Pedro kneeled next to her, taking her hand.

"You're going to hate me." Alma whispered. She still couldn't believe she was telling Pedro. "I... I'm sorry."

Her boyfriend's face widened in shock. Brows rised up. "Alma, Estimado, there's nothing in the world thay would ever make me hate you!" He assured her, panicked. Alma looked away, unable to face how his face would change.

"No, Pedro... I lied to you. To everyone." Her eyes were strangely dry even if she felt like tears were about to drown the entire village. "It's not just a simple fact. I will go to hell one day. I will burn like a sinner I am."

Pedro's voice melted in her head. Knowing him, he was trying to say that Alma was wrong. That she wasn't a bad person. That she wasn't going to hell. And she wished he was right. She wished she was normal. But it was a sad reality of her life. She would never be free. The last would never let her go.

"I was born as a man." Alma finally found strength to whisper. Just as this her tears dripped from her eyes. Here was it. Everything was over. Their relationship are over.

Pedro froze, not moving an inch for a moment. Before jumped on her, holding Alma between her arms. The woman winced. What was he doing? She felt his tears on her cheek, wet and hot. Why did he hug her even? Wasn't he supposed to hate her now? To be betrayed and disappointed?

Pedro laughed through his crying. "I was born as a woman"

This time even Alma couldn't hold back a waterfall of happy tears.

[badwaves]

day two of madrigay days: transition! feat. julieta’s HRT arepas and bruno oversharing about an effect of testosterone that i also thought was really funny when it happened to me

[tboycamilo]

madrigay days day 2 - transition

drew camilo before and after his gift ceremony bc if the prompt is trans related you already know im drawing milo! he's much happier post-ceremony <3

[toxicxsugarxart]

Commissioned by @greenvillainredemption once again to draw their lovely miss Claudia, this time with fem!Bruno. I haven’t drawn a genderbend character since middle school, and never with an older character, so this was really new and fun to do! I love their fem!Bruno design and headcanons given to me for reference, and the colors used in their own art. Thanks again for commissioning me!

[madrigaljail]

“I sleep down here sometimes,” Isabela confessed.

Bubo rocked side to side, experimenting, and the whole lily pad swayed. “Seems like it would be comfortable, until you roll off it.”

“I’m a very sound sleeper.”

“Like Snow White?” Bubo wiggled her eyebrows. “Gotta be woken up with a kiss?”

Madrigal Days, day 3: first kiss! Rise up, wlw IsaBubo nation!

[applesap-fics]

Week 2 - Kiss

T, 100 words, Isabela

She lies flat, stasis. Elevated, surrounded by thorn roses. Eyes closed, but she knows a prince stands by her. They’re supposed to know each other beyond this pale lavender room. A childhood friend? They’re in love.

Tío Bruno in the director's seat, not missing; this was always his favorite bedtime story to tell.

"The big kiss!" He shouts through a folded newspaper. "Like you girls practiced!"

But Isabela hadn't practiced warmth, arousal, a moan catching her off guard. Never thought to lay under a girlfriend, exposed. Breaking the spell.

No prince wakes her from this forever dream. Beside her, Mariano.

[coolunclebruno]

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[Trying something new here! link to the rest of the fic at the end.]

“ Muy bien todas, dinner is ready!”

Dinner had always been the most important part of the day for the Madrigals, besides breakfast. It was the time of day when everyone came home from doing their chores and activities, and could just sit down and relax and eat as a family. 

And now that Julieta no longer had to make everything by herself, it had become a sort of group activity, with the kids offering their help to her, even Alma offered her cooking wisdom!

They all trickled into the dining room, including Mariano, whom Dolores had invited to dinner. Everyone was here! 

Everyone, except…

“Where’s Bruno and Miguel?” Mirabel looked at the two empty seats that would usually house the inseparable two. “They’re usually here by now…”

“I think I last saw them heading to their room,” Julieta said, placing down the last of the rice on the table. 

“I can go up and get the-”

“No need, Mirabel, I can do it today,” Alma assured her, slowly getting out of her seat just as her granddaughter was getting out of her seat. 

“Oh, are you sure, Abuela? I don’t really mind if-”

“No, I insist, you’ve done enough work today, and you deserve a bit of rest,” Abuela patted Mirabel on the shoulder, putting her back in her seat, and left the dining room. 

“¡ Gracias, Abuela!”

“That was nice of her, don’t you think?” Julieta sat down next to Pepa, as she usually did.

“Yeah, it was, but what do you think they’re doing?” Pepa moved some corn onto her plate.

Julieta shrugged. “I wouldn’t know. Maybe they’re working on a project? I know Miguel helps out with Bruno’s ‘rat novelas’ sometimes.”

“Maybe! Or maybe they’re upstairs making dulce, dulce amor !” Pepa joked, holding her hands up to her cheek in mock whimsy.

Instead of a small chuckle or a scolding, as Pepa was expecting, she saw the color drain out of Julieta’s face.

“Y-you don’t think they’re actually-”

Just then, their conversation was abruptly cut by the sound of two voices yelling upstairs. 

“ B-BRUNO ?”

“ MA, LOOK AWAY, LOOK AWAY, GET OUT !”

link to fic on a03; https://archiveofourown.org/works/48233344